Experts say that we need to have acquired speech in order to be able to articulate our memories. My first memory is of my sister being born when I was 2 years, 8 months old. I remember is well because it was a bit traumatic for me. My baby brother, who was 10 months old, and I were sent to stay at my aunt and uncle’s house with our5 cousins while my mother was in the hospital giving birth to my sister.

Unfortunately, all of us children came down with conjunctivitis (pink eye). I remember sitting on the counter in my aunt;s house while she bathed my sticky, crusty eyes with a solution to get them cleared up. I remember the solution being wet and cold on my face and I was crying and not liking it a bit. I remember my baby brother screaming since he obviously didn’t understand what was going on as she bathed his eyes. We had to stay a few extra days with my aunt and uncle so we wouldn’t give the pink eye to the baby.

Soon after that, I was outside alone playing in our back yeard when our neighbor walked through on her way to the neighbor’s house and stopped to chat with me. She asked me about the baby. I told her that the baby’s eyes were changing color to brown. At first they had been sort of blue but now they seemed to be looking like they would be brown.

Those are my first memories. Both are about the birth of my sister. I don’t know why that event was so important, but maybe that’s when I acquired language and that’s when that important event occurred.

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I am a "youngish" grandmother of 15 year old twin granddaughter who has recently (is a year "recent"?) adopted Islam as my way of life, much to the consternation of my family. I love to read. I love to write. I am writing a book about my decision to revert, about my spiritual journey. I have another blog about stories from my youth, my parents, and grandparents. It's a blog so my OCD daughter will not be able to throw it out when I die. I suffer from depression and anxiety, for which I am treated, so my posts may be a bit dark at times. C'est la vie.